The Wild Knight (Gilbert Keith Chesterton Poems)
The wasting thistle whitens on my crest,The barren grasses blow upon my spear,A green, pale pennon: blazon of wild faithAnd ...
The wasting thistle whitens on my crest,The barren grasses blow upon my spear,A green, pale pennon: blazon of wild faithAnd ...
Impetuously I sprang from bed,Long before lunch was up,That I might drain the dizzy dewFrom the day's first golden cup.In ...
When we went hunting the Dragon In the days when we were young, We tossed the bright world over our shoulder As bugle ...
For every tiny town or place God made the stars especially; Babies look up with owlish face And see them tangled in a ...
I dreamed a dream of heaven, white as frost,The splendid stillness of a living host;Vast choirs of upturned faces, line ...
Our souls shall be Leviathans In purple seas of wine When drunkenness is dead with death, And drink is all divine; Learning in those ...
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